Hell Born

Demons

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I haven't updated in so long! All apologies! Anyway, so this is the first time I've actually started writing on wattpad with a legit story in mind. So I hope you enjoy it! Don't forget to vote :)

"Hello."

A voice from the corner of the room startled me. I turned around and saw a dark figure in corner of my room. The figure slowly moved out of the corner towards me. He was almost silent. My heart was racing. "Don't be afraid. " he soothed. His voice was very soft and welcoming;it sounded low and bassy. It was beautiful how naturally warm his voice sounded. His face finally appeared out the dark corner of the room into the slither of pale gray moonlight glistening in through the opened window.

If his voice was beautiful, then his face was beyond words. His skin was a few shades darker then snow, his lips were a gentle light brown color, the color seemed to be a tint of pink as well, but pink is still not the right word for it. His features were perfectly carved, his jaw lines were straight and dark. His hair was short and jet black, darker then the surrounding darkness. But his eyes were a deep, beautiful gray that I could almost get lost in. His eyes were liquidy warm, his irises surrounded by a thick, black line. His eyes were almost like a ocean,but the color was past the point of blue. Almost like the depth where the sun does not shine down any farther so the water is gray.

I just sat there an stared at him. I couldn't move. I almost forgot how to breathe. "Don't be afraid." I noticed how his eyes were worried and fearful. "I don't want to hurt you. I'm not going to. I promise. "

I opened my mouth to say something, but no words came out. "Delilah? Are you alright?" He asked. I nodded.

"Y-yeah. Sorry. " I blushed and looked down. I heard him chuckle. "Do you mind if I come closer? I don't want to make you uncomfortable. " he asked. I shook my head. I scooted over to the top of my bed. I moved the Ouija board onto to floor under my bed. He slowly walked closer. He was wearing darker clothes. What looked like a leather jacket and black jeans. The closer he got the more I could see of him. His body itself looked like something you would see on the front of a fitness magazine. The body any aspiring model would sell their soul for.
He sat down on the bed beside me and smiled, his teeth were perfectly straight and a bright white. "Thank you. It is so nice to finally be out of the void. You're even more beautiful in person. " he said. His voice was so kind and gentle. It sounded like he was trying to keep me calm.

I smiled at him, my stomach was tied in knots. "Who are you?" I asked. His smiled dimmed.

"I am Adam. You are the only person who has actually seen me. Although many know about me." He answered.

"How come? Why me?" I asked. He sat back, with a hesitant look on his face.

"I don't know exactly... I was just sort of drawn to you. When I saw you, I dropped every person who was calling me to come to them and went directly to you..." He watched his eyes drop to my hands which were firmly balled together.

"What are you?" I asked. The look on his face was saddened with grief. "It's complicated.." He began. He looked up at me from under his eyelashes. I starred at him blankly.
"When I was alive-" he continued," my family was struggling. My father had just died and we was way behind on our taxes. One night a man met me at the end of a road. Or so, I thought he was a man. He turned out to be the Devil himself. He told me if I sold my soul to him, that my family would never have to worry about being hungry or worry about money ever again..." His face became agonized. "He told me that I could be of great use to him. So I did it. I sold my soul for my family. As soon as I did, I died. The job he had for me of course was villainous. He told me that I was his son now. The reason why I can reincarnate myself to certain people-" he smiled at me halfheartedly. "But I am no devil. I'm only a demon, a demon of lust. "

With what he said, I feel like I should be terrified. I just brought a demon into the world, a incubus, and he is sitting on my bed telling me his story. But I feel sympathy for him? This guy is dead! Why am I not uncomfortable? I'm calm, I feel no different then if he was alive.

"Delilah?" He woke me out of my thinking.
"What do you need with me?" I asked. He sat there and hesitantly reached for my hand. I willingly set my hand in his. It was very warm. It was like placing your hand on a article of clothing that just got brought out of the dryer. "You're the only person who can help me. I could win my soul back. But its going to be hard. But I need your help. I need the help of a human."

Looking into his pleading, darkened eyes I felt nothing but sorrow. It was so sad what he had to do. Does anyone have to make sacrifices today like he did then? It makes me wonder what happened to his family in the end, a mother lost her husband and son, only to fend for herself and her younger child. His brother was probably traumatized, who wouldn't be? Most of his family was gone. "Why do you need my help?" I asked.

"The deal is-" he began,"I must find a young girl around the age I died, she has to be pure of the sins I thrive off of. " he smiled at me, "you are very pure. " his eyes engulfed me, I turned my head and blushed. "If her and I can fight against my power together, and we do nothing sinful, then her and I can go and retrieve my deed, destroy it, then my soul is mine again. I'll be able to live as a human for the rest of my life picking up the aging process where I stopped. "

I finally met his gaze again. "How come you chose me?" I asked.
"I don't know, I am just drawn to you." I smiled.
"Aren't they all," he chuckled.
"I can see how, you are absolutely beautiful." I blushed. What a charmer still. His hand was still on mine. I wonder if he liked it in some weird way.

But all of my questions and fascinations about this bizarre, dead boy sitting on my bed with my hand in his will have to wait. There are so many things I have to think about before I make a decision to help him or not. Adam is a demon. Adam is a incubus. He is the adopted son of the Devil himself, can I trust him? I've been raised to believe that messing with demons or anything of the supernatural besides God himself is bad, but I've already let him this close. He seems harmless in this state. But demons are very tricky. They can act harmless, can't they? I'm not the brightest when it comes to things like demonology and supernatural things. I can barely keep up with the things from the TV show, but how am I suppose to chose?

"How do I know that you're not going to use me then just let me go once you get what you want?" I paused. "How do I know that you don't of different morals all together?" He closed his eyes for a moment. "If I had totally different intents, then I wouldn't be sitting here having a conversation with you, I can promise you that." He looked up at me and smirked, I felt my stomach tighten. "I need your help. I knew that finding someone would be hard, but you're perfect. If I didn't believe so, I would have already let the demon take control and moved on."

Its one of the most serial feelings sitting here listening to this Angel faced boy talk like that. But every time he says something, it draws me in even deeper. But the fear in me from being around him is there. In the back of my mind I am thinking of how he could easily take control of me, or even worse. Trusting a demon? There's a stretch. "Alright." I sighed. His face lit up, and he wrapped his arms around me quickly and tightly. "Thank you!" You whispered in my ear eagerly. He laid his head in the crook of my neck. "How warm, and different. I haven't touched someone in true flesh in so long. It feels amazing. " I froze as his warm breathing brought goosebumps up on my neck. I was so tired and flustered, and having him this close to me was making me nervous. I gently patted his back. I felt him chuckle. "I haven't heard a heart beat so fast before in my life. " he mumbled, I blushed, "Oh,sorry." I yawned.

He smiled and let me go, "sorry, I'm keeping you from sleeping. Here..." he gently pushed on my shoulder and I laid down on the bed. He unfolded the quilt and laid in on top of me. "I forget what its like to need sleep sometimes. " he explained. He made sure the quilt was firmly wrapped around me and stroked my face lightly. "I'm going to go. "

"You don't have to." I protested.

"Ill be here first thing in the morning, okay?" I nodded.

"Okay." I mumbled into the pillow.

"Sweet dreams, love."